The Poet

And as I get long gone
Out where the wind blows
The desert sky, she flies by for miles
And as I keep walkin
People keep a-talkin
About things theyve never seen or done
Homeless sleep in the park
Sweet hearts kiss in the dark
I myself just move on through town
Moon keeps on shinin
And the rich keep on dinin
And, oh, how I love the highway sun
And out to the back
The poet writes his songs in blood
Where the coyotes are callin
Stars keep on fallin
Your mother, she wont be around
A feather blows down the road
And the wind is cold, your wings are broke
And your heart is livin on the run
Lonely and wasted
Her eyes replaced it
And I dont think Ill make another mile
Town to town I run
My horse aint too drunk
The wind is singin to the sun
And out to the back
The poet writes his songs in blood
But the jukebox is barkin
Im just gettin started
Ive yet to see the light of day
Senoritas lose it
To the Mariachi music
Cause New York is too far away
And the band keeps on playin
With beer bottles breakin
And the barmaid, I heard she pulled the gun
Poet takes a pistol
Points it at this sister
Says, 'Honey, your day is done'
And out to the back
The poet writes his song in blood
Out to the back
The poet writes his song in blood